Monday, September 6, 2010

justwrite 6 september

berry orange cherry storm nickel plate dinner late saving grace amazing race apple core subtle bore green leaf poppy teeth the sounds resound the towns echo with the glow of internal fireworks jerking all those chains exchanging the rain for green like leaves like cash like trash for someone else’s dinner the flowers on the island growing thinner I am cold eating mashed potatoes I am dancing under violet lights and the brightest ideas of the revolution are circling around with no resolution we can’t be solved ourselves and we need the help of others of sisters and of mothers the cinnamon in our mouths finally turning to a different song when all along we’d wondered about the benefits and spit it out the doubt pushed by the wayside stories from a sideways school mismatched scandalously the tango triangulated from what ought to be and there is no such the things we touch turn to green and the thrift is always a better price nicer than imaginable we travel through glasses to look and stoves to cook let’s take turns in the kitchen I can’t help missing that mess and casting that stress in a different direction trying to catch a vision fishing for something missing and pulling back what’s lost tossing more than necessary overboard and I’ve scored this wall four and more times plus seven and those fathers on that continent and that new nation the pizza-eaters the feeders of success stories into the television and the pumping out of bubbles we give you for your troubles the following commercials we’ve had endless rehearsals and we are prepared to perform the norms are irrelevant and we’ve just about already spent the budget but the first stage is almost over and it’s time for the next act to counteract the excitement of the intermission let’s swim in warmer waters let’s rest on the beach and reach our own conclusions we will take those clouds into consideration we find fascination in the sand and bury our toes as we suppose golden cannot be kept and remember that poem has already been written by a different smitten American cared for by more and more generations than can stay divided by fences by snowy woods by good neighbors

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